The Mafias Weakness

19 - Thighs

A/N
Play the song for a better experience, only if you want too :)

{Isabella Jackson}

When I know that I've been able seduce him I let go of the pole and walk towards him slowly.

I notice his hands turn to fists in his lap as if he was trying to stop himself from doing something.

Most likely to stop him from fucking me.

My senses are clearly heightened as I can feel the vibrations from the music course through my body.

When I finally reach Luca I seductively look into his eyes while I grab his shoulders and climb onto his lap.

As soon as I sat I could feel his dick from underneath me.

Oh shit.

Without thinking I begin to grind in his lap to the rhythm of the song which made him quietly groan but I could tell he was trying not too.

"I want to hear you Luca." The words just spill out of my mouth as if it was nothing.

What am I doing?

"You have no idea what you're doing to me,"

Men are such horny creatures...
I can't really talk though.

We all know I'm just as horny as he is.

"I have some ideas," I say as I watch his every move.

His eyes close and he begins to lean his head back against the sofa but he decides to focus on me instead as if he couldn't believe this was really happening.

Warm hands suddenly begin to rub circles around my thighs and I can't help but feel the tension rising between my legs.

God I love thigh touching.

"Do you like that Bella?" He asks as I hum in approval.

"Don't stop." My words come out firm as I truly don't want this feeling to end.

Luca's smirk only grows more obvious under the red lights, but it doesn't take long for the lust in our eyes to change to pure hatred when the sound of screaming erupts through the VIP private room only to be followed by guns firing.

Luca's grip on my thighs grows tighter just as my hold does on his shoulders.

The sound of the door handle turning brings me back to reality so I grab the pocket knife that's strapped to my ankle and run towards to door.

It doesn't take long for Luca to join me with a gun in his hand.

The door opens and an unfamiliar man charges at me but before he could even touch me, his head is blown off making the red liquid splatter all over my pristine body.

He did not just do that.

"I just got gifted this, dick."

"I'll get you as many stripper outfits as you want if you help me," his words are sincere and I can't say no to a Mafia boss that's offering me free clothes.